- as we were crossing the pyrennes, being buffeted by icy gales and enduring sleet whilst tottering along narrow paths with sheer valleys below us `this really feels like we are crossing the pyrennes´
- arriving in larrasoana late, in the rain and being told there was no accomodation 'i couldn´t really understand him, he was speaking broken spanish'
- later that night when we were able to get some accomodation after a baffling telephone conversation and eating some food that john had been able to persuade a full restaurant to give him 'you go to bed. i'm staying up to learn spanish'. from then on i have referred to him as juan in order to help him with his spanish
- leaving puenta la reina after our previous day in the mud. our washing hadn't dried and i had to wear my purple striped long johns with shorts over the top.'you look cute in that'
- we are following a guide book which has the gradients laid out for the day's walk. invariabley as we set out on thelast bit which looks to be a conitinous downhill walk we find ourselves walkng uphill for sometime. i can't stand it and say 'i thought this was supposed to be downhill'. 'it's an average' is juan's reply.
finally the always reliable 'i think we'll see the town aound the next bend'
goodnight

that last one sounds a lot like "there's a cafe at the top".
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel. I'd be stumbling along on some bushwalk, legs wobbly from some horrific cross-country downhill grade, and Ross would comment "we're nearly there". I never saw any correlation with the statement and the distance we still had to travel.
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